| Song | Beethoven's Nightmare |
| Artist | Dragonland |
| Album | Astronomy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Twilight, Candlelit walls | |
| A Strong Crescendo | |
| Highlight the lonely calls | |
| From my piano | |
| Melody, come to me | |
| sing your silent voice | |
| Remedy my envy | |
| Bring me one last choice | |
| Why, why can't you bring me to find | |
| To hear your sound | |
| no wayfarer is blind | |
| See my hands | |
| Conducting a Nightmare | |
| The symphony of a tragedy | |
| So great it devours me | |
| These notes are just fantasy | |
| Perpetual Dream | |
| won't let go of me | |
| I struggle to live | |
| without the notion of a sound | |
| that could open my mind | |
| moonlight, make me conceive | |
| a slow sonata | |
| Midnight, the dead will grieve | |
| to this dark cantata | |
| The detestable dance to my score | |
| they hear my cries | |
| Your guidance I implore | |
| See my hands | |
| Constructing a nightmare | |
| the symphony of a universe | |
| So vast it devours me | |
| These nights are just fantasy | |
| Celestial Beam, | |
| help me to see | |
| I struggle to live | |
| without the notion of a sound | |
| That could open my mind | |
| (Solo: Mörck, Magnunsson) | |
| Into a Unending Sorrow | |
| A festival of horror | |
| An orchestra of the undead | |
| So bright my destiny was | |
| Golden future | |
| Inside shadows amass | |
| Nocturnal rapture | |
| Melody, come to me | |
| Sing your silent voice | |
| Remedy my envy | |
| Bring me one last choice | |
| Why can't you bring me to find | |
| to hear your sound | |
| No wayfarer is blind | |
| See my hands | |
| Conducting a nightmare | |
| The beauty of a melody | |
| Is all that inspires me | |
| to write my last symphony | |
| Perpetual Dream | |
| never lets go of me | |
| I struggle to live | |
| without the notion of a sound | |
| That could(have) opened my mind |
| Twilight, Candlelit walls | |
| A Strong Crescendo | |
| Highlight the lonely calls | |
| From my piano | |
| Melody, come to me | |
| sing your silent voice | |
| Remedy my envy | |
| Bring me one last choice | |
| Why, why can' t you bring me to find | |
| To hear your sound | |
| no wayfarer is blind | |
| See my hands | |
| Conducting a Nightmare | |
| The symphony of a tragedy | |
| So great it devours me | |
| These notes are just fantasy | |
| Perpetual Dream | |
| won' t let go of me | |
| I struggle to live | |
| without the notion of a sound | |
| that could open my mind | |
| moonlight, make me conceive | |
| a slow sonata | |
| Midnight, the dead will grieve | |
| to this dark cantata | |
| The detestable dance to my score | |
| they hear my cries | |
| Your guidance I implore | |
| See my hands | |
| Constructing a nightmare | |
| the symphony of a universe | |
| So vast it devours me | |
| These nights are just fantasy | |
| Celestial Beam, | |
| help me to see | |
| I struggle to live | |
| without the notion of a sound | |
| That could open my mind | |
| Solo: M rck, Magnunsson | |
| Into a Unending Sorrow | |
| A festival of horror | |
| An orchestra of the undead | |
| So bright my destiny was | |
| Golden future | |
| Inside shadows amass | |
| Nocturnal rapture | |
| Melody, come to me | |
| Sing your silent voice | |
| Remedy my envy | |
| Bring me one last choice | |
| Why can' t you bring me to find | |
| to hear your sound | |
| No wayfarer is blind | |
| See my hands | |
| Conducting a nightmare | |
| The beauty of a melody | |
| Is all that inspires me | |
| to write my last symphony | |
| Perpetual Dream | |
| never lets go of me | |
| I struggle to live | |
| without the notion of a sound | |
| That could have opened my mind |
| Twilight, Candlelit walls | |
| A Strong Crescendo | |
| Highlight the lonely calls | |
| From my piano | |
| Melody, come to me | |
| sing your silent voice | |
| Remedy my envy | |
| Bring me one last choice | |
| Why, why can' t you bring me to find | |
| To hear your sound | |
| no wayfarer is blind | |
| See my hands | |
| Conducting a Nightmare | |
| The symphony of a tragedy | |
| So great it devours me | |
| These notes are just fantasy | |
| Perpetual Dream | |
| won' t let go of me | |
| I struggle to live | |
| without the notion of a sound | |
| that could open my mind | |
| moonlight, make me conceive | |
| a slow sonata | |
| Midnight, the dead will grieve | |
| to this dark cantata | |
| The detestable dance to my score | |
| they hear my cries | |
| Your guidance I implore | |
| See my hands | |
| Constructing a nightmare | |
| the symphony of a universe | |
| So vast it devours me | |
| These nights are just fantasy | |
| Celestial Beam, | |
| help me to see | |
| I struggle to live | |
| without the notion of a sound | |
| That could open my mind | |
| Solo: M rck, Magnunsson | |
| Into a Unending Sorrow | |
| A festival of horror | |
| An orchestra of the undead | |
| So bright my destiny was | |
| Golden future | |
| Inside shadows amass | |
| Nocturnal rapture | |
| Melody, come to me | |
| Sing your silent voice | |
| Remedy my envy | |
| Bring me one last choice | |
| Why can' t you bring me to find | |
| to hear your sound | |
| No wayfarer is blind | |
| See my hands | |
| Conducting a nightmare | |
| The beauty of a melody | |
| Is all that inspires me | |
| to write my last symphony | |
| Perpetual Dream | |
| never lets go of me | |
| I struggle to live | |
| without the notion of a sound | |
| That could have opened my mind |